#not just Marco and Izou

[lewiscarrolatemybrain]

If Whitebeard had lived I like to think he and Luffy would have that Shanks and Marco thing where every time they interacted Whitebeard would ask Luffy to be his son and Luffy would giggle and stick out his tongue like the brat he is and go “No! Nope! No way!” And all the rumors would be about something stupid like how Whitebeard has been bitterly insulted by Straw Hat Luffy and it’s only a matter of time until the Straw Hats are assimilated or destroyed, meanwhile Luffy finally settles on “You aren’t my dad but I’ll call you Uncle!” And all the Whitebeards collectively tear up

[quinloki]

[dinosauramon]

I never posted this but I drew some of the WB commanders

[suguruuuuu-chan]

I dreamt the entire Wano arc with the Shirohige pirates btw. Ace lived, and the focus was on their crew instead. I was recovering from fever and I'll never recreate the masterpiece again but I'm so glad 😭😭

[onepiecethingsilike]

IZOU DESERVED BETTER!!!

[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

[ID: screenshot of a tweet made by Alex Peter, @/LolOverruled. It reads: "me and my Italian neighbor are going to get in a Seinfeld style predicament" followed by a screenshot of a text conversation with a contact named "Davide". Sender says: "You got 3 eggs" and "I’ll give you a cookie". Replier says: "I think so" and "How good is the cookie". To which sender says: "I need the egg to make the cookie" and replier says: "So you tricking me". Followed by a tumblr tag that reads: "#not to be horrible but i need loloverruled bent over a table so bad. have you seen him hes gorgeous". /End ID]

Ace thirsting over Marco and Thatch thirsting over Izou. that’s it. that’s the post.

[supermarine-silvally]

What was your inspiration for Yara? how did she come to be?

Oooh good question!! Yara, like the vast majority of my OCs, underwent a lot of tweaks and changes and development to the point I have her at right now, where I've got her story and personality and abilities and all that pretty tightly nailed down.

Her character concept started as Mihawk's daughter (I just thought he was EXTREMELY COOL the first time he showed up in the East Blue arc), since I have a thing with my OCs where they always end up being related to a canon character somehow (i.e. Circe Mackinnon (Soul Eater) being the half-sister of Franken Stein; Lilletz Lucilfer (HxH) being the younger sister of Chrollo; Haganezuka Minako (KnY) being the niece of Haganezuka Hotaru; Joey Armansky (Death Note) being the cousin of Mary Kenwood/Wedy; (Iryna Kovalenko (BnHA) fits this mould too but I haven't revealed who she's related to just yet heheh it's a bit of a doozy)). Funny enough, I initially envisioned her travelling with her father and perhaps encountering the Straw Hats at Baratie, so the whole abandonment plotline actually didn't come into play until later, when I decided to make her a Whitebeard Pirate after meeting Ace in the Alabasta arc and absolutely falling in love with him (which only grew as I learned more about him and the depth of his character).

Sometimes, the funny thing with OCs is that after a certain point, their stories just sort of begin to write themselves and all the pieces start to fit together in some really nice thematic ways. Yara and Ace's relationship developed as they found common ground with their resentment towards their fathers and both looking to Whitebeard as a surrogate father figure, which in turn developed Yara's internal struggles with her own identity (not knowing where she came from for the longest time and then even after finding out who her father is, dealing with the pain of being an unwanted and neglected child who grew up into an fiercely angry, yet profoundly lonely young woman). The more I thought about what Yara's early life must've been like, the more I could get a good grasp of who she is as a young adult, what her major plot beats are, and how those connect with the canon story.

Her relation to Wano and the Shimotsuki family (and Zoro, who became her second cousin on her mother's side) was a later addition, as I continued to learn more about the One Piece world and how she could potentially fit into each arc. Marineford and Wano were the two natural places where she would exist, so I've really tried to figure out her development in relation to those two arcs.

I hope that answers your question okay! I could really talk about Yara (or any of my OCs) all day heheh

[princeoftheeternalbog]

Swear im gonna post soon im not being lazy😞

[sashi-ya]

𝘗𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘔 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 "𝘔𝘠 𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘖𝘋 𝘐𝘚 𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘌" one piece edition headcanons ⟢ law, zoro, ace & shanks

tw: mdni. suggestive language. pregnancy desires mentioned. cream pie implied. on a serious note, do not play this prank to your real life lovers, please. wait for a bleach and kaiju 8 version, too.

𝐋𝐀𝐖

No medical knowledge is enough for him to justify your lack of a period. Every possible cause stated at the same time inside his head, every cause but pregnancy… Completely in silence, that’s how he stayed the very first minutes after your told him. His cheeks lacked redness; his whole skin turned pale. Legs becoming weak, insides falling into a jail of anxiety.

A silence hug, that’s all he is able to do after who knows how many minutes. His nose buries on the crook of your neck, his hands fall slowly around your waist, hanging lifelessly into the small of your back… “I have no idea what is happening right now, but I promise I’ll be here forever…”

For a moment you wish that wasn’t just a prank but reality, just for a moment you stood there… quiet, kissing the crown of his head… You couldn’t laugh at that moment, not at all.

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎

“Zoro, I’m late” . “Huh? Where to? hurry up!”. “With my period???!”. “Tell your period to hurry up, then”

Zoro has no idea. Too sleepy to understand anyway. You explain, in the most simple words you could find until he finally understood.

He stood up. Shook the sleepiness off and walked towards you. For the very first time, his katana were left on the floor; Wado Ichimonji stopped being important.

“You are lying. I smell blood on you. But since you want it so bad, then, let me make that period real, real, real late…”

The next thing you knew, it was him carrying you like a sack of potatoes on his muscular shoulder to the room. Oh, when the King of Hell says it’s time… you better be prepared… 🙊

𝐀𝐂𝐄

“WHAT? ME????? A FATHER?????”. “Most probably, I told you should use protection …”

“No, but you- YOU TOLD ME?  YOU- NEVER MIND I DON’T CARE. MARCO!! POPS! IZOU! I MUST CALL LUFFY!!! OI!!!” . “ACE, ACE!! STOP!”

Ace couldn’t hold the excitement. You were unsure if that prank would be a good thing to do… after all, Ace hated his own blood… however, that reaction took you off guard. He ran through the Moby Dick, with cheeks as full of freckles as red from happiness. Orange hat flowing with the wind of such huge ship, the sound of his boots echoing with his steps.

“ACE, IT WAS JUST A PRANK! STOP!”

He stopped. Black locks curling with the breeze of the main deck. “I guess it’s better that way… after all, I am sure that baby might run the same fa-“ Ace suddenly felt trap of his own past once again, but your arms surrounded his frame to stop it.

“Shut up, or I’ll rip those freckles off you! now, get me pregnant. Right now”

“If you ask it that way, then I have no other choice miss…”

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒

“do have you any idea how many women have told me that before?”

“don’t be a prick, shanks…” you mutter, you were fuming. That prank seemed to only show how much of a womanizer this man really is.

He walked towards you; red hair, as the blood that runs through your veins and your heart pumps, playfully danced on his forehead. His intense eyes, fixed on yours, made you weak, unable to breath properly.

“I know it’s a prank, do you think I wouldn’t tell? You aren’t made for lying, love… I just wanted a little revenge, you shouldn’t make my heart stop that way… you know how much I want it to be true, (Name)?” he whispers, grabbing you from your chin.

Lips crashed against yours; you couldn’t argue, you couldn’t protest… that man rules over you, and if he wants you pregnant, then… he will make it happen.

[grandline-fics]

Hi, Hi, Thank you for answering! Since you said you accepted multiples characters i may ask for Ace, Zoro, Shanks if possible Marco with a s/o who during their relationship never show any signs of jealousy nor even possessiveness, very laidback. Yet one day/night, the boys just witnessed their s/o jealousy for the first time. And if possible the s/o’s jealousy is mostly staying deadly quiet with a disappointed gaze, but not cold treatment though. Or something like that? Thank you, thank you, I hope I did not asked characters you aren’t comfortable with :(

DESCRIPTION: They finally see you jealous

WARNINGS: some slight angst but it all ends happily for everyone

CHARACTERS: Ace, Shanks, Marco

WORDS: 2,453

A/N: Thank you for this request! I hope each scenario was different enough for you and that you're happy with the result for this ask

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST | PROMPT LIST

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ACE

If Ace were to find a partner, he couldn’t get anyone better than you. You were his closest friend before you both became aware of your deep romantic feelings for the other and both confessed, allowing things to effortlessly progress into a romantic relationship. With you Ace knows he is safe and free to be himself, just as you can be yourself without judgement. Because you were both friends before becoming a couple, you both are content to spend time together while also being apart. You both can spend an evening in a bar with the other Whitebeard Pirates and hardly say a word to each other until its time for you both to return to the ship. Because of the fact neither of you cling to the other for the entirety of the night, it can lead to some misconceptions about the relationship you both have to an outsider.

One evening you returned to the Moby Dick after being sent out on a solo mission by Pops. As usual the deck was lively and filled with laughter and chatter. You noticed some new faces to the crew, making a note to properly introduce yourself to the new recruits after you spoke to Pops. On your approach you slowed to see one recruit standing very close to Ace, who merely smiled at them with his usual friendly smile. While he couldn’t see the lust in his admirer’s eyes you could see it clearly. “So you’re my commander? I’m so lucky to be under someone as handsome as you.” She smirked and Ace laughed, while you rolled your eyes, continuing to walk forward. 

Marco spotted your approach first and called out your name in greeting. Immediately Ace looked over excitedly only for his smile to drop when he spotted the look in your gaze. Normally you were as excited as he was when you were reunited but now you seemed almost disappointed. Worry flipped in his stomach and he reached out towards you but instinctively you pulled your arm away and continued to walk. “I have to talk to Pops first. I’ll catch up with you after.”

“Looks like someone’s in the doghouse.” Izou teased when he knew you were out of earshot. 

“Can you blame them? They go for a couple weeks and come back to Ace flirting with another person.” Marco chimed in with a feigned look of disapproval while Ace became panicked and looked between his fellow Division Commanders. Did you really think that? Was he really in trouble? Worse still, was his relationship with you at risk because he hadn’t realised one of the recruits was flirting with him again?

Acting on impulse he immediately raced up the deck and slid to a halt beside you, hooking an arm around your waist and hauling you off of your feet. “Sorry, Pops! Emergency!” he called out over your shouts, ignoring them and the whooping cheers as he carried you below deck to your shared room to speak in private. When you were set on your feet you lightly shoved Ace. “What the hell did you do that for?” You demanded only to blink in surprise when Ace threw himself onto his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist, staring up at you in desperation. “Please don’t end things with me! I promise you’re the only one I want, I’d never throw what we have away. I swear I didn’t flirt back. I’d never-” 

“I know Ace.” You stopped his rambling with a small smile and lightly setting your hand on his cheek. “You never realise when anyone flirts with you. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen someone throw themselves at you.”

“But that look on your face…and Izou and Marco said I was in the doghouse…”

“Yeah I don’t like seeing someone flirt with you but I know you’re loyal to me.” You shrugged. “As for those two, they’re just bored. I wasn’t going to get mad at you for not realising someone wanted to get with you. I trust you Ace.”

“If you were mad at me though…”

“I’d tell you.” You promised before pinching his cheek and scowling. “For example, I’m not happy you dragged me away while I was in the middle of talking to Pops. But I’ll forgive you just this once because of how worried you were.” You smiled to see the relief in Ace’s eyes and suddenly became aware of the strain in your neck. “Now would you please get up and welcome me home properly?” With a grin, Ace adjusted his hold on you and quickly pulled you down to instead settle on his lap so he could lovingly pepper your face with kissed before finally kissing you with all the love he could convey. Despite you promising you were fine he needed to show that you were the only one he ever wanted this way. 

SHANKS

“Oh Captain’s got his hands full again….or rather hand full.” You glanced across the bar as you entered the building to see what Lucky had been talking about and your sights zeroed in on the swarm of women around your Captain. Any that hadn’t been able to grab a chair at the table, stood excitedly close all of them listening to the current tale of adventure the crew had been on. Everyone in the crew, including yourself were used to this occurrence. Of course they’d be drawn to the handsome Captain with the roguish smile. You’d been drawn to it and fallen for his charm so you couldn’t exactly blame anyone else for it too. 

Despite that you still couldn’t help the foreign, uncomfortable feeling stirring in you at the sight. Up until a few months ago, you would have joined in with the rest of the crew, teasing your popular Captain but since then you’d fallen for him and started a relationship with Shanks which some of the crew still weren’t completely aware of. Jealousy wasn’t something you’d ever really felt before seeing as your previous relationship were flings at best and you and your partner knew as much. What you had with Shanks however felt different and because of the fact neither of you had made it public or put a label on what was going on between you both, it made the feeling even more uneasy at the sight in front of you. 

You walked with Lucky Roux to Shanks’ table just as he finished his story. At your approach Shanks’ eyes lit up and he grinned at you from behind his mug. “You two have some catching up to do.” He joked, while Lucky grinned and reached for the filled mug of ale offered to him, you nodded slightly and took your own with less enthusiasm as you normally would. Immediately Shanks’ suspicions were heightened, while his carefree smile remained the look in his eyes sharpened as he observed you drink steadily. A couple of the newer members of the crew rose from their seats to let you and Lucky sit at Shanks’ table out of respect to you both. Lucky took his seat without hesitation whereas you smiled and shook your head gently. Instead you drained your mug and turned to go to the bar for a refill. Shanks’ eyebrow quirked slightly and his fingers drummed against his mug while he watched you in concern. “Were there any issues Lucky?”

“Not a one, Cap��n. Ship got restocked without problem and the locals reported no trouble since our last visit here. Everyone’s happy.” Lucky reported with his usual smile before returning to his own conversation with Hongo. Shanks glanced at you from across the room again, watching as even with your new drink, you remained by the bar, sipping it slowly and staring at nothing. Shanks finished off his drink and moved to stand only for one of the women fawning over him put a hand on his shoulder, insisting they’d go and get the drink for him only for the others to pipe up too, leading them to bicker over who would get him a refill. “No, no, I’ll go myself, it’s fine. You all stay and Ben here will tell you of my best battle, won’t you Ben?”

At the promise of another story, Shanks was able to get away from the table without being followed by his admirers and he let out a sigh when he was out from the crowded presences and now standing beside you, fully noticing the difference he felt in the comparison of the two feelings. While he waited for the bartender to see to him, he glanced at you and saw your far-off look. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m staying close to the alcohol so I can catch up like you ordered me to Captain.” Your answer was even and detached, your gaze remaining on nothing in particular on the opposite wall. 

“You’ve got me worried, love.” At that pet-name you finally looked at Shanks. Unable to help yourself you glanced behind him to the table filled with people still waiting for him to return before returning your stare to his face. 

“It wasn’t my intention to worry you or ruin your fun. I was keeping my distance specifically to avoid that.” You explained and Shanks finally realised what the problem was. You were jealous, over them? People who paled in comparison to you in every way. 

“My fun’s only ruined if you’re not with me.” Shanks murmured closing the small space between you both. He saw the hesitancy in your eyes and he gave you a reassuring smile before securing his arm around your waist and kissing you deeply, the action dispelling the unease you’d been feeling instantly. Over the sound of the crew whistling and shouts of others to pay up because of a bet neither you or Shanks were aware of you broke apart from the kiss and smile when he lay his head against yours. “Should’ve done this a long time ago when I finally got you.” 

MARCO

You knew what you were getting into when you and Marco gave into your attraction for each other. You knew that his time would be taken up mostly with caring for Pops on a daily basis and the other members of the crew when they were sick or injured. Any free time he would have was precious and you were never possessive of that. When he was able to spend time with you he did and your patience was alway appreciated from him. Sometimes when he’s overloaded with work you stop by to offer him some food and sit in his office for an hour or so, just to enjoy each other’s presence. You don’t need to talk, just being there is enough for you both. 

On this occasion you hadn’t seen Marco because of a nasty flu making its way through some of the crew and after a few days without seeing his face, you’d grown to miss him. So you made your way to the medical office and your step faltered when you heard the familiar sound of his laughter coming from inside. Lightly you knocked on the door once and entered the room to see one of the nurses standing beside Marco as he sat at his desk. You smiled warmly when Marco seemed happy to see you but your smile fell when you spotted the empty plate on his desk. “Ah, you’ve already eaten.”

“Of course he has.” The nurse giggled, smiling at Marco playfully. “Though he would have forgotten if it wasn’t for me. As amazing as he is as a Doctor, he’s hopeless at looking after himself.”

“He’s lucky you’re here to look after for him then.” You said, unable to sound as cheerful as the nurse. Clearing your throat you looked down at the small plate of food you’d brought for your boyfriend. You knew nothing was going on between him or any of the nurses that worked closely alongside him but you still felt the jealousy growing in your chest. This was a small thing you could do for Marco and you felt childish for feeling stung that he didn’t need you. You didn’t like the feeling and needed to distance yourself from the cause. “I’m glad you’ve eaten so I’ll let you get back to your work. Don’t let him overwork himself, okay?” You forced the joke out with a tight smile while the nurse smiled brightly and nodded in joy that you were trusting her. Marco watched silently as you turned and left him. Even with his tiredness, he could still see something was wrong with you. 

As soon as he completed the current task on his desk, Marco stood and stretched. After working without resting for these days, he knew no-one would begrudge him a break away from his office. Stretching out he walked through the corridors until he was walking into the room he shared with you. You looked up in surprise from your lounged spot on the sofa. Before you could react, Marco was crawling onto the sofa and laying ontop of you, his head resting against your chest as his arms encircled you, holding you close. “Marco, what are you-”

“You left far too quickly.” Marco groaned out, now that he was lying down he realised just how uncomfortable sitting at his desk was. “I missed you, sorry I was cooped up in my office all this time.”

“You’re don’t need to apologise for that Marco.”

“I feel like I do need to say sorry for something though.” he admitted, lifting his head slightly to look at you with concern. “You didn’t seem yourself when you stopped by.”

“It’s not you, it’s me.” You promised, gently running your fingers through his hair. Under his patient stare you sighed and continued. “I’m not a doctor like you or trained in anything medical. For the most part I’m fine with that because I’m good in other ways but it’s just when you are overworking yourself there’s not much I can do to help you. One of those things is taking care of you and making sure you’re eating. It’s silly but it made me jealous to see someone else doing that for you.”

“It’s not silly at all. We can’t help our emotions but I’m glad you were able to talk to me about it.” Marco smiled, taking your hand to press a loving kiss against your wrist. “Never feel like you’re replaceable. I’m only ever able to rest like this because of your influence over me. No one looks after me the way you can and you’re the only one I want.”

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[lunalyt]

[art credit]

❝Why so serious-yoi? — You'll get wrinkles and age quicker if you keep scowling❞

♞ 𓏬 walks past Tomoe ( @sunbcrned ) && Marco ( @lunalyt ) and gags at this gross display of sweetness.

[quinloki]

A Marco, Thatch, Ace and Izou thought hit me earlier and won't let go. Both of them realise you have had a hard day, so they make sure to pamper you.

Thatch is preparing your favourite soulfood, while you take a hot bath with Ace. The bath is followed by massage from him and his hot hands do wonders on your sore muscles.

When you are done, Izou does shibari with you. It's as relaxing for you as it is for him, though Thatch does interrupt to feed you and give you water.

And finally it's Marcos turn, who will just do whatever it is you need him to do. <.< He most certainly hopes it ends with him balls deep inside you. >.>

….

….

I kind of want to have a hard day more often all of the sudden.

Having Marco kneel down in front of you and offer to do whatever you want him to….

[sh4nksslvt]

Sea Kings, Smart Mouths, and Stolen Hearts

A wandering scholar with the rare ability to read the Poneglyphs finds themselves entangled in the chaotic world of the Whitebeard Pirates.

PART 3 OF READER WHO CAN READ PONEGLYPH

whitebeard pirates x gn!reader ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT

main characters: Ace, Thatch, Izou, Marco

tags: fluff, sfw, harem, soft

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ffs cringe and oc

word count: 1.2k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

The Moby Dick was a floating temple of chaos.

You’d been on board for exactly three hours when you witnessed a fistfight over the last bottle of rum, a man juggling knives while drunk off his ass, and someone trying to arm-wrestle a literal sea king. And for some reason, every single one of them tried to rope you into it.

You were sitting on a barrel near the railing, minding your own damn business, when a piece of driftwood floated by — a small, smooth thing, carved with ancient script.

Your fingers twitched.

The words called to you. Whispered in a tongue long dead to the world. It was harmless, but old. You reached out, brushing your fingers over it, murmuring softly.

“Hey, what’re you doin’?”

You didn’t even flinch when the voice broke your concentration. You finished reading the last word before looking up. A man stood there, grin too big for his face, hair looks like bread, scar on side of his eye. He's sun-browned and scarred, and a bottle swung lazily in his hand.

“Talking to wood,” you said dryly.

He barked out a laugh. “Name’s Thatch. I like you already.”

“Is it because I didn’t scream?”

“Nope. It’s ‘cause you look like you’re about to either murder someone or seduce ‘em. That’s a rare vibe to pull off.”

You quirked a brow but said nothing. Thatch clapped you on the back anyway, nearly sending you overboard.

“C’mon,” he said. “You can sulk better at the fire.”

Dinner on the Moby Dick was less of a meal and more of a battle royale.

Men shouted, meat sizzled over open flames, and ale flowed like water. You sat at the edge of it, quietly nursing a cup of something that tasted like regret and old socks.

A man with fiery freckles and a grin to match dropped into the seat beside you. He immediately reached for your drink.

You grabbed his wrist without looking.

“Mine.”

He blinked, then grinned wider. “Name’s Ace. You’re the new one, huh?”

“No,” you deadpanned. “I’m the old one. I’ve just been invisible this whole time.”

Ace snorted. “Smartass.”

Thatch appeared behind him, slinging an arm around both your shoulders. “Told you, Ace — they’re my favorite.”

You were already plotting his demise.

It didn’t take long for the others to circle.

A man with long, flowing hair and sharp eyes introduced himself as Izou. He looked you up and down like you were a puzzle with missing pieces.

“You’re strange,” he said, not unkindly.

“Thanks.”

“I like strange.”

You raised your cup in salute.

And then there was Marco.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just watched you from across the fire, golden eyes flickering like dying embers. When he finally approached, you were standing alone on the deck, staring up at a sky so thick with stars it made your teeth ache.

“You’re not like them,” Marco said quietly.

“Observant.”

He smirked. “What’s your deal?”

You hesitated. But the truth felt easier here, in the dark.

“I read things,” you said. “Things I shouldn’t be able to. Ancient things.”

“Poneglyphs.”

You stiffened, and Marco’s smirk turned sharp.

“Relax,” he murmured. “Your secret’s safe. Pops wouldn’t give a damn. Most of us wouldn’t either.”

You eyed him. “And you?”

“I find it interesting.”

You snorted. “You would.”

His laugh was soft. “Smartmouth.”

The next day, some poor idiots tried to attack the Moby Dick.

They came in hot — four ships bristling with cannons and swords, foaming at the mouth about bounties and revenge. You barely blinked.

The crew went feral.

Ace leapt into the fray with fire on his heels, Thatch laughing as he tossed knives with deadly precision. Izou shot a man out of mid-air, unfazed as blood misted the deck.

One fool broke through the chaos and made a beeline for you.

“Oi, scholar!” he sneered. “You’re worth a fortune!”

You sighed.

Raising a hand, you spoke a word older than kingdoms, and the man’s sword crumbled to dust in his grip.

He paled.

You spoke again, and the air around him shimmered — his boots turned to brittle stone, cracking beneath him. The third word sent him flying backward with a force that shattered the nearest mast.

The crew went dead silent.

Ace let out a long, low whistle. “Yo.”

“Did you see that?” Thatch yelped. “That was badass.”

Izou eyed you like you’d just turned into his favorite thing.

Marco, perched on the highest beam, grinned.

“Not helpless, then.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hardly.”

After that, you became a sort of legend.

The scholar who spoke to stones and made enemies vanish with a word. The one even sea kings gave a wide berth.

And the harem started forming before you could stop it.

Thatch started bringing you food, drinks, and increasingly ridiculous trinkets (“This is a seashell shaped like a butt, you’re welcome.”).

Ace followed you everywhere. Literally everywhere. You once found him outside the bathroom.

“What,” you demanded.

He shrugged. “Felt like it.”

"tsk."

Izou taught you how to braid hair. His hands were surprisingly gentle for a man who could blow your head off without blinking.

And Marco? He made it worse.

Sitting beside you at night, speaking of things he shouldn’t remember. Old places, lost names. His hand brushing yours when no one was looking.

You should’ve run.

You didn’t.

And the comedy never stopped.

Like the time Ace tried to fight a giant crab to impress you and got pinched in a place no man should ever get pinched.

Or when Thatch bet you couldn’t outdrink him and passed out three shots in, leaving you to doodle a mustache on his face.

Or when Izou declared you’d look better in one of his kimonos and actually wrestled you into one. (It did look good. You never admitted it.)

Even Marco wasn’t safe. You caught him napping once, a seagull perched on his head. You didn’t tell him. You let it happen.

Then came the Poneglyph.

Buried in the heart of a ruined island, half-sunken beneath the sea. You felt it before you saw it — an ache in your chest, a pulse beneath your skin.

The crew followed you in.

“This place gives me the creeps,” Thatch muttered.

“Maybe ‘cause it’s cursed,” Ace said, poking a skull.

“Both of you shut up,” Izou hissed.

You found the slab in the heart of the ruin. Black stone, ancient words glowing faintly. It sang to you.

And like an idiot, you answered.

You spoke the words.

Power thrummed through the ground, the air, your bones. The sea roared. The sky cracked.

The world shifted.

When you opened your eyes, you were on your knees. Marco was crouched beside you, worry in his gaze.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded, breathless. “Yeah.”

“What did it say?”

You hesitated. “War’s coming.”

His jaw tightened.

But then Ace clapped you on the back, nearly toppling you. “If anyone’s startin’ a war with you on our side, they’re screwed.”

Thatch grinned. “Dibs on being your right-hand man.”

Izou smirked. “I call left.”

Marco chuckled. “I’ll be wherever you need me.”

You sighed. “You’re all idiots.”

But you didn’t feel alone anymore.

That night, on the deck beneath a sky bleeding silver, Marco sat beside you.

“You belong here, y’know,” he said quietly.

You didn’t answer.

“Not just as some scholar. As one of us.”

You stared at the sea. “Even if I’m dangerous?”

He shrugged. “So are we.”

He touched your hand, fingers curling around yours.

“Besides,” Marco added, a grin tugging at his lips, “you still owe me a drink.”

You smiled.

For the first time in years, it felt easy.

“Deal.”

[no1onepiecefan]

i know that zoro looks at marco and feels indescribable.

because isn’t he just zoro’s worst nightmare, his worst case scenario, all his fears personified? the second in command, the right hand man, reduced to a living memory after his crew was killed repeatedly in front of his eyes. then in retaliation to his captain being mercilessly slaughtered, he waged a war on the murderer and he lost terribly. marco walked out of the payback war with less family than he walked in with and their fight of revenge became a scramble of retreat. marco who lost izou in wano as if the world would not allow him a second of respite from grief. marco who in present time has to sit with the knowledge that the scattered, remaining remnants and allies of the whitebeard pirates are being hunted for sport, and he can’t do anything about it. marco who never stops losing what he loves even when it's doubted that he could lose any more.

i know that zoro looks at marco and feels fear, genuine terror, at that fate. the strawhats are zoro’s world, his love for them is boundless. his love for his captain? nothing could hope to compare. zoro losing any one of his crew mates would irreversibly destroy him, and he looks at a man who has lost it all. thatch, oden, little oars jr, ace, whitebeard, izou; well: sanji, brook, franky, usopp, nami, luffy. does he feel pity? does he feel kindred? what does zoro think when he sees marco?

marco is so powerful; the whitebeard pirates were untouchable pinnacles of the pirate world. marco was the righthand man of the strongest man in the world for (over) thirty years, a man who stood shoulder to shoulder with gold roger himself. does zoro train harder knowing that or does it momentarily cause him to falter in worry about the futility of strength? marco the phoenix, first division commander of the whitebeard pirates, lives alone on a secluded island with the company of villagers and graves. he spent thirty years aboard the moby dick and it came crumbling in months. zoro must look at that, and think about how his world could slip through his fingers if he lowers his guard from threat for a moment. worry must claw at his throat as he struggles to find what to say; staring at the embodiment of strength, intelligence and kindness and who's fate is a quiet life he never asked for.

i know that zoro looks at marco and feels indescribable

[one-sunny]

Hello!

Could I request the first time Ace, Law and Zoro get a kiss on the cheek from the crush?

Maybe reader just went away after ?

Thank you !

A Kiss on the Cheek

hi there! thanks for the request, this was such a cute prompt and so different from the angst I usually end up writing (:

Masterlist

♤ Ace ♤

The Second Division Commander held a certain level of cockiness that his crew has lovingly grown to ignore. Everyone was aware that Ace was too good of a guy to focus on the occasional attitude, and some were aware of the facade that this actually was.

You fell into the latter of the mix.

So when Ace returns from a month long mission, greasy hair and dirty skin, presenting you with a particular item that you had been searching for at any and all stops along the grand line, there was an expected level of smugness about him. Ace grins at you as he holds out the bag, watching close as you inspect it, a smile breaking out on your face.

“Ace, this is amazing, where did you find it?”

And of course, you’re met with a long winded tale that a few of the others join in on listening to. But Ace can never stop himself from teasing you, akin to the little boy on a playground, pulling on his crush’s pigtails. Along the way, he throws in a few teasing jabs about how desperate you were for this particular item. About how unlucky you have been. About how he saved you from a life long search.

“Looks like Ace is fishing for some kinda reward.” Marco smirks, nudging your arm.

“Nah, nothing like that.” Ace tips his head back with a laugh. Though you don’t miss the playful look he first throws you. “Maybe some recognition.”

“Or a pat on the back.” Thatch teases.

“Maybe even a kiss on the cheek.” Marco adds on with a sly grin.

Ace flushes at this, coughing as he tries to fumble a retort to all their teasing. The script flipped far too fast for his liking. “No, I just-“

“Oh, maybe you guys are right.” There’s a teasing smile on your lips. “Ace did save me from, what was it, decades of searching?”

“I believe it was a life long search.” Izou corrects.

You snap your fingers to point at him, “Right. Life long.”

Ace nervously rubs the back of his neck, the facade effectively shattered by the other commanders. “You know i’m just messing around with you-“

But you step forwards before Ace can even realize, one hand cupping his jaw while you plant your lips on his cheek. Ace freezes up at this, feeling his body burning hotter than the inferno he already is, as the commanders around him howl with laughter.

He can pick up your giggles among this, even as you fade from the crowd and simply waltz away. Leaving him with a fluttering in his chest and red ears. Your eyes lock as you spare him a glance over your shoulder, your playful smile pulling a bashful grin to his lips.

And this sparks a whole new round of teasing the young Commander.

࿔ Law ࿔

“What’s for lunch!” A loud voice echoes through the walls of the polar tang as crew members begin to file into the kitchen, crowding around the table with bright grins and high energy. Law follows along with the pack, eyes cast around the kitchen to land on your form working to finalize something on a large tray.

“Sandwiches!” Your bright voice booms as you carry a platter over and place it in the middle of the table.

Your bright and cheery tone was something that could always lighten Law’s mood, but his nose scrunches at the food being served. He should be thankful for your generosity, always providing for his crew and catering to everyone’s individual needs, but that alone meant that you should already know. Did Law mean that little to you? Using the one food that he loathed? A pang of hurt runs through him at the very thought.

“Oh, stop sulking, Captain.” You bump the man’s shoulder as you trail back to the kitchen to gather up something else.

Law attempts to steel his face as he follows right behind you. “You, uh, you know that-“

“That you don’t like bread. That you loathe it actually. It’s a hate crime to your taste buds.” You offer with a cheeky grin, leaning against the counter beside of him, tilting in a little bit closer to him than necessary. If it was anyone else, Law would have certainly protested how close you were. “Course I know that, Cap.” A shiver shoots down Law’s spine at those words so close to his ear. “But the bread was about to go bad and I don’t like wasting food.”

He attempted to bite his tongue and hold back his protests. “So what am I-“

“Mind helping out?” You’re moving away before he can protest further. And as you look back over your shoulder at him, you’re able to see the Surgeon of Death himself pouting at you. Holding back your smile requires great effort as you nod your head in effort to call him over.

With a huff, Law moves over to your side to grab a tray of the dreaded lunch. Instead, what you offer out to him is a small plate of three onigiri, perfectly prepared. Your eyebrows are raised as you hold the plate out to him and that annoyingly cute smile is on your face.

“There’s your lunch, Captain, specially made.”

Law hesitantly takes it from your hand with greater difficulty meeting your eye than he would like to admit. He can feel the heat creeping up his collar under your watchful eye and nervously tugs at his hat to cover more of his face.

“Now, stop pouting at me, or your crew might just think you have a soft spot.” And with that teasing tone in your voice, you move to walk past him, stopping only briefly to brush your lips over his already blushing cheeks. “And don’t forget that I’m here to take care of ya, Law.”

His entire body bristles as you waltz back to the crew with another tray in hand. He is thankful that they were all preoccupied by the meal you so thoughtful prepared for them and completely unaware of the flood of emotions evident on Law’s flushed face. As his eyes fall to the plate in hand, warmth floods through his entire being and he is almost certain his heart skipped a beat.

You were certainly going to be the death of your Captain.

ᯤ Zoro ᯤ

The attack absolutely would have killed you. The distance. The power. The injuries you have already sustained. Had they made contact, you would have died.

But then he appeared out of nowhere.

There wasn’t time to strike before the blow was dealt. He coughed up blood, took a deep breath, and then he moved to take them out. No thoughts behind the action. Just pure rage. Far more aggressive than the man usually was in such a fight.

Now, you both sit collapsed against the railing of the Sunny. Sweaty and beat up, but alive.

“Zoro.” You mumble, unsure if the man was still awake by your side. He grunts in response, eyes closed and hand resting over his swords. “You didn’t have to do that, you know?”

“Do what?”

“Take the hit.” Your focus is solely on a loose string on your pants, pinching at it to avoid looking in his direction. “I could have…” Words trail off. “I would have been okay in the end.”

Zoro is quiet for a long, lingering moment. “I didn’t want to take the chance.”

“I’m strong, Zoro, I can handle-“

“I don’t care.” The man huffs out, eye opening to level on you. To an outsider, there was an angered heat in his gaze, but you knew better. This particular look actually held a certain softness that was entirely rare. “Until I get strong enough to stop an attack like that, I’ll take it every time to make sure…” He trails off, the determination dying on his tongue. “To make sure the crew is safe.”

“The crew.” You echo quietly.

“Yeah, well.” Zoro mutters as his eye closes, head falling back against the railings. “You should still go to Chopper, you took a beating.”

“I’m okay.”

“You’re-“ Zoro bites his tongue at your stubbornness. He certainly believed you should be checked out, but he knew that this sentiment would only be thrown back into his face. Yet he couldn’t help but worry about you. “Fine, then just get some rest.”

You hum lowly, “Fine. I’ll go rest.”

Zoro hears movement from his side, believing this to be your retreating form, until he senses your presence closing in on him. His eye snaps open just in time to catch you leaning in to press your lips to his grimy cheek. Soft. Delicate. Warmth blooming in his chest.

His breath catches in his throat at the fleeting moment and before he can even process what had just happened, you were gone. Zoro clenched his jaw in an effort to stamp down the smile that threatens to break out.

A simple confirmation. He would always take the hit for you.

[mandiemegatron]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜɴꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ

ᴍᴀʀᴄᴏ, ɪᴢᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴀᴛᴄʜ & ᴀᴄᴇ x ᴄɪꜱꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ; 18+. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍ ᴅᴇᴀʟꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴏʟʏᴀᴍᴏʀᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ, ᴀɴᴀʟ, ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙꜱ, ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ. ɪᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ. ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ.

ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ; 2.3ᴋ

a/n ; :') i did it.

i wanted to do this for quite some time and somehow found the spirit to get over my anxiousness and just... did it. i hope you all enjoy as much as i did writing it. if you see any mistakes, no you don't !!

no beta, we die like men 💖💪

[ Huge shout out to @quinloki and @hannahbarberra162 for writing the most banger WBP poly pieces i've ever read. you both gave me the push to try it myself, even if you don't know it. all my love and respect to you both. ]

"Give me a colour, sunflower."

There's nothing but ragged panting from you as a hand tightens in your hair, pulling your head back and your mouth away from the face directly before you. Your fingers desperately locked with someone standing to your left, as if to ground yourself.

Soft whimpers slip through the panting, eyes slowly rolling back forward until they land on a heavy pair staring back, your fuzzy gaze taking in the small smile on the painted lips. Those eyes speak unneeded words, and finally, a slightly pained, "g-green," comes through your breaths, setting off a praising look on the face above you.

"Good girl."

Burning lips press against the back of your shoulder as a matching set of rough hands tug and twist at your already pert and sore nipples, while another pair tightly holds your hips, another set of lips biting and marking your front, wherever they could reach.

"S-so good treasure, you're always so good," comes from behind you as Ace's almost blazing hot cock slams into your ass over and over, finally chasing his own high as yours slowly begins to climb once more.

"Mm, I think you can give us one more, yoi," purrs from in front of you, teeth nipping at your throat in a possessive manner as his cock slides through your still twitching and gushing folds, thrusting into you just a bit slower than the fire user panting behind you. "Can't you? Our sweet girl, such a good songbird..."

While lithe fingers tighten their hold on your hair, another face moves in and peppers kisses and murmurs warm praise to your own, holding tight to your hand as you hear Thatch promise you, "Give us one more, just one more and I'll run you a bath, make you all the snacks you want… you'd like that, wouldn't you, our sweet little love?" A soft whimper of agreement falls from behind your lips as your eyes flicker shut, your form slowly turning limp in the multiple holds on your body.

There's a pleased grunt from behind you as Ace shoves his face into the side of your neck, licking and nibbling at your skin while drinking up your scent, inhaling deeply and groaning almost possessively at your scent. "Mm treasure, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cuu-um-"

Your other hand grips his on your breast, clinging to him as you beg out in a quick pant, "please cum, please Ace, please, please," until you swear you see stars as his cock finally twitches and throbs inside you, filling your small, puckered hole to the brim with his thick seed. His breathing falls staggered and short as he clings to you, breathing you in, to the point that he couldn't pinpoint where you started and where he began. As blissed out as he was, he could tell with slight disappointment that you hadn't cum along with him.

"Tsk, Ace... you'll be punished for that later, yoi," remarked from a slightly disappointed Marco who continued to rock his hips into yours in front of you. He looked to Izou for a moment, and the two seemed to share a thought before Izou turns your head so it was facing Marco. Your blurred eyes tried to focus as his cock hit that spongy place inside your cunt that sent your head spinning.

You'd squirted on him twice already, and you could tell by the look in his half-lidded eyes that he wanted you to do it one last time. "What colour, songbird?"

You give him a breathless chuckle and a shaky grin, moving your shaky hand from Ace's to graze over Marco's jawline before settling your palm at the base of his neck. The gaze in his eyes matched yours - adoring, endless, and near obsessive.

"S-still gree-green.”

An almost wicked grin washes over Marco's face as your words meet his ears, a low purr grumbling in his chest as one of his hands gently gathers yours from his neck and whisps a few, pointedly placed kisses to your wrist before letting his teeth nip at the fat of your palm. "Good."

Izou brings your head back slowly as Ace eases out of you, flopping backward onto the bed with a pleased huff and a goofy, loving grin. Thatch snickers down at the tuckered out fire user before helping the younger man slide away from you, but not far enough that his hands couldn't graze over your skin adoringly.

"Are you lying, sunflower?" Izou quips down at you, his own teeth nipping at the side of your throat before licking a long stripe from your collarbone to just under your ear. You shudder at the feeling, your eyes rolling back slightly as Marco gives a particularly rough thrust, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix unkindly. "N-no, Sir, I'm not lying," you manage to confirm though your entire body aches with twinges of pain that flutters through the immense pleasure.

Izou watches your face for a moment before humming with a slight nod, accepting your answer before he teases quietly over your ear, "Then give us another, sweet sunflower.”

At those words, Marco's grip releases your wrist and moves to cradle the back of your head, moving to lay you on your back. When he's between your legs again, he raises them to your chest with your knees squishing your breasts together, letting his cock slot back into your slippery cunt with ease.

"You're going to give us a big one, songbird." Marco insists, looking down at you with clearly pleased eyes as he takes in your ragged form. As he slides his cock out right to the tip, he flashes you a that same wicked grin as he demands, "Sing for us."

Your voice cracks out a moan at the onslaught from his cock, his strong thighs twitching as he already nears his release from the endless edging from earlier. "Ma-arco," you sob out, your hand moving to scratch over his back desperately as you feel the simmering warmth inside you begin to boil again. One of his hands forcefully turns your head so your eyes meet Izou and Thatch, who sit on the edge of the bed close enough for you to reach your other hand out.

Thatch immediately snatches your hand as Izou leans over to place his own hand over the space where Marco's rests on your face. Finely manicured nails dig into your jaw and cheeks just enough to bite. You're able to watch Ace pleasure Izou from this angle, tingles rushing over your skin from the sight. "What a bright sunflower you are," Izou praises, cooing down at you as tears fill your eyes, his other hand gently running through Ace's messy hair. You give another weepy moan as you beg, "P-please, I need it, I need it, please, please -"

Izou's fingers move from holding your face to curling around your throat, just tight enough to hinder your breathing, not yet cutting it off entirely. Your eyes roll back at the pressure and Marco swears thickly as he accidentally cums at that sight, his cock throbbing with every spurt that fills you. "D-don't waste it," he rasps, keeping your hips up as he lazily thrusts into you a last few times. When the sensitivity is too much for him, he tags Thatch in with a nod, continuing to hold your legs in the same position.

Taatch slides up behind Marco and takes over, his thicker cock immediately spearing through your puffy folds to keep you full, accidentally pushing some of Marco's cum out of you.

Thatch gives a soft "Tsk," as his large hands lovingly rub your thighs before letting them rest under your knees and gripping tight. “Didn't you just hear Marco? Wasting the potential to give Pops a grandkid…” Thatch grins at the disapproving look Marco gives him at blaming you for the gooey loss.

A visible shiver runs over your entire body at his words, and the three watching you give a knowing look to each other as Izou interrogates seriously, “Would you like that, sunflower? To be filled so many times by us that there would be a near one hundred percent chance that you'd end up with our child?”

His own words set him over the edge as he gives a shuddered gasp, spilling down Ace's throat, Izou's grip accidentally tightening in Ace's dark hair and around your throat. You give a choked gasp as Thatch's hips snap into yours, your cunt singing for them, the sloppy and wet sounds echoing in the small room.

“You gonna take it all, little love? Think about it, us giving you hours and hours of ecstasy, taking our time to bring you to the edge until you're so full of us that everyone will know just who you belong to?” You whimper and sob under him as Izou's hand relents, nodding as best you can while nearly crushed under Thatch in the mating position. He leans down just enough to emphasize his words as he practically moans out,

“Don't you want to give us a son?”

Your vision goes black as his cock finally hits your g-spot hard enough that you're twitching and squirting all over him, your eyes rolled back and your mouth parted slightly as you can do nothing but pant and take the brutal pleasure. Thatch gives a victorious chuckle, his lips pulled into a large grin as his thrusts become erratic, now chasing down his own end and he purposefully spills inside your weeping cunt, keeping his cock nestled in your walls until it softens a few minutes later and slips out. His thumb presses between your puffy and slippery lips to keep your cunt plugged as his other hand pats against your raw ass-cheeks with a pleased hum.

“I love when we find out things about each other together,” Thatch teases as Izou and Ace slowly make their way onto the bed on either side of you. Eventually, Thatch lets your legs down, though he holds your thighs together, giving you a slight warning look as he gently demands, “Keep them tight, little love. Can't let any go to waste, can we?” You're too far gone to register his words, your legs shaking slightly from the ache and the furious tingles that still wrecked your entire body.

“Give her a few moments, yoi.” Comes from behind Thatch, who glances over his shoulder to Marco, who had sneakily left and returned with four warm washcloths. Each of the men take a cloth and gently caress over your heated and tender flesh, one of them cooing down at you every once in a while when you hissed from pain. Soon enough, you were cleaned and dressed in one of their shirts, oversized and old, but still well loved by you. Once you were dressed, the men took turns cleaning each other. Izou and Ace remained naked, sitting back against the headboard and pulling your body to them as Thatch and Marco began redressing.

“I'm going to make you a snack, do you need anything else?” Thatch asked once you were more lucid, curled against Ace and Izou at the head of the bed. Both their hands wandered lovingly over your form, pulling you into a warm lull. You gave a slow shake of your head before giving a large yawn, your hold on both men tightening slightly as you croaked, “Snack… sounds good.” You flashed Thatch a small but genuine grin with a soft, “Thank you. Love you.”

Thatch leaned over with a hum, pressing his lips to yours before standing back up with a hand running over his pompadour. “You look fine,” snarks Izou jokingly before he presses a kiss to the top of your head. Thatch simply rolls his eyes with a slight smirk before heading out the door. “I'll be back soon,” he promises, letting the door shut behind him.

“I've got to get back to the infirmary,” Marco laments, frowning slightly as he copies Thatch's movements and leans over while tilting your chin up, your lips meeting his in a tender kiss. “Send someone to come find me if you need me,” he murmurs the second he pulls away, giving you a pointed stare which you nod under. “I will,” you swear, pressing your lips to his once more to solidify the promise.

When Marco turns to leave, you give a content hum, letting your body sink into the two men behind you, officially turning to jello. Marco throws one last glance at you over his shoulder, smiling mildly to himself before he lets the door shut behind him, hiding you three from the outside world.

“You did so well.” Murmurs Izou as his lithe fingers run over your tired thighs and your hair. Ace nuzzles his face into your neck a little more, his lips grazing over your now damp and chilled flesh, giving a soft sound of agreement against your throat. “You're always so good for us,” Ace adds softly, attempting to fight back the call of sleep.

“Mm… love you…” you barely reply, your eyes heavy as you snuggle into the warm bodies a little more. Both men reply in kind, their voices soft and echo-y as you finally succumb to the darkness. When your breathing evens out, Ace and Izou look at each other for a moment until a flicker of curiosity lights up between them.

“Let her rest for a few hours and then wake her up with my face in between her legs?” Ace offers, grinning with a chuckle as Izou leans over slightly to peck the fire user on the lips. “Good plan. Five hours should be sufficient, I think.”

Izou winks at Ace before the messy haired man curls back around you both, his devil fruit unconsciously warming your skin as he finally yawns and lets his eyes shut as Izou muses lightly,

“Just don't tell Marco. He wouldn't like us waking his little bird too early.”